What’s your favorite month of the year? Why? April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. T.S. Eliot ‘The Waste Land’, lines 1ff. For whole … More April pierces to my root, no wonder we call him cruel.